Becoming Landscape: a full moon night

The moon wears a robe of silence,
the violet dust unsettles around her
in the pearly sky, dark and turbid
like my heart, viscous and heavy
with words that tore our world.

***

The night is mercurial swathed
in layers of luminescent clouds.
But the moon moves in a hasty arc,
I am anxious I gather pieces of the day
before darkness shrouds the earth.

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